


Sprinkle a lil' sugar

by Teki



Category: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Genre: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Sugar Daddy, Humour, M/M, Sugar Daddy AU, i tried yall, or my attempt at it anyhow, someone save these awkward boys from themselves, yall this is so shitposty i cry
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2017-08-18
Updated: 2017-08-18
Packaged: 2018-12-17 02:00:25
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 1
Words: 5,050
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11841627
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Teki/pseuds/Teki
Summary: Keith is a college student, the extra poor kind, the kind with very little money.Pidge, after hearing him complain one time too much, makes him download an app specifically made for people looking for sugar daddies.Keith sees a familiar face, freaks out, stupidity and awkwardness ensues.----Birthday-fic for Reese!! Happ birth!!





	Sprinkle a lil' sugar

**Author's Note:**

> Happy birthday Reese!!! I hope this fic is like,,,, o k bcz god idk what im doing man, you know this.. I hope u like this bcz u dont even know how much I appriciate everything u do for me, bless ur heart.. 
> 
> Thanks to Moon and Yui for betaing!!
> 
> and everyone else in the sprint channel in klkl for cheering me on!!
> 
> NOTE: this is sfw :P

It had started with one of Keith and Pidge’s weekly study-nights. They’d sit at the round table in the middle of Pidge’s room as books laid littered around them, collectively complaining about college. The two of them enjoyed each other’s company, though the experience was somewhat muddied as they sat nose-deep in homework. Every once in awhile one of them would mutter an ‘I hate this’, and receive a grunt of agreement from the other.

Some study-nights contained less studying than either of them would like to admit, top students as they were. Keith needed to be a top student, most of his scholarship riding on his grades. Even so, some of their sessions would end in one, or both of them, losing their focus and distracting the other. Some nights just went straight to them just talking about everything between heaven and earth.

It was during one of these nights, where Keith stared at the pencil he held in front of his nose with the utmost concentration and Pidge doodled in her notebook with a bored expression, that Keith decided to bring up one of his biggest annoyances.

“I hate my job.”

“I know.” Pidge had heard him say that phrase multiple times before, watched him pout ever so slightly as he put his head in his arms and groaned. This time she didn’t even look up from her current doodle, which was a little square-robot with a mullet. She had named it Robo-Keith, written the name next to the doodle and everything.

“I hate retail,” Keith sighed.

“I know.”

“I’m not a people person.”

“I know.” She had been the one who told him in the first place.

“I really need the money though.”

Now Pidge decided to look up from her notebook, eyeing her friend sitting across the table. They both knew Keith didn’t come from the richest of backgrounds. His mother had died at a young age, and his father had kicked him out of the house once Keith had come out to him. Keith would have ended up living on the street, had it not been for Shiro, an older friend who took him in. That was how Pidge had met him, Shiro being friends with Matt, her older brother.

“I spend more than I make,” Keith said. Pidge lifted her eyebrow at him for a second before an idea hit her. An idea so great, so perfect, that she mentally commended herself as a sly grin grew on her face. She was sure he’d never agree to it, but decided to voice her thought even so, just to see his reaction.

“Get a sugar daddy.”

The shocked expression Keith gave Pidge as his pencil fell from his grip was priceless. Pidge had to bite her lip to stop the laughter bubbling up her chest from spilling out as she waited for an answer with a joyous grin.

“Uh.. No?” Was the only thing Keith gave her, which in turn made her roll her eyes.

“Oh come on Keith. What’s the worst that can happen?” She could see Keith’s skepticism as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“You mean except for me selling my body and dignity?”

“You can just write on your profile that you’re not gonna do… y’know, the sexual stuff.” With a huff, Pidge pulled her laptop up from under the table and opened it. “We can at the very least make you a profile. Best case scenario, you get someone who’ll let you use their money. Worst case scenario, you don’t.”

Keith sighed as he resigned to his fate, standing up to move over to Pidge’s side of the table. He’d rather not argue with her, deciding that he’d rather just never use whatever site Pidge decided on, and never tell her.

What he didn’t take into account, was that when Pidge decided on something, she went all out. She found a site which had a complimentary app (“Daddies near you!” “Why are we friends?”),  and, of course, made Keith download it and set up his profile there too. She kept a keen eye at his screen as they made the finishing touches, uploading a picture of Keith and writing a short description. At some point during the process, Keith had started enjoying himself, finding the whole situation somewhat bizarre.

By the time Keith walked out Pidge’s door, he had his phone deep in his pocket, never planning to open the app they had used an hour installing and then finalizing. He’d forgotten about the whole ordeal by the time he had reached his own home.

He didn’t think about the sugar daddy app until three weeks later.

Shiro had dragged him with to some sort of volunteer event, which turned out to just be a low-budget party for pre-teens who went to the school the older man worked at. Keith ended up standing next to the wall most of the time, acting as some sort of security guard with his arms crossed and shoulders hunched forward. At some point he had pulled his phone out, in search for something to focus on besides a bunch of 12-year olds dancing awkwardly in a limited space on the floor.

As he tapped his way in on one of the games he had stored on his phone, the screen froze. It wasn’t unexpected or surprising, the phone was old and Keith had experienced more than enough mishaps with it to consider getting a new one. If only he could afford it. He pressed the back-button multiple times, the frozen screen still unmoving, sighing again as he lifted his gaze to look out over the sea of kids.

He watched them for a little while, before bringing his attention back to his phone. He decided to lock and unlock the screen, to see if it made any difference. As the screen lit up for the second time, the phone wasn’t frozen anymore, but instead exiting and entering an app Keith didn’t quite recognize multiple times. He pressed the home-button once more, the phone finally settling as it re-entered the app.

The cogs in Keith’s mind turned for a moment as he tried to recognize the app-design, quirking an eyebrow at his own phone when he did. It had entered the sugar daddy-app Pidge had made him download weeks ago. Keith’s expression was nothing more than disinterested at best as he pressed the back-button once more.

But then, just as the app closed down, he recognized one of the pictures under ‘People in your area’. It took half a second for Keith to process, realize and tap his way back to the app to reaffirm what he had seen.

The third photo to the right, a picture of a brunet with sharp features and a clear latin-american heritage. Keith stood in shock as he read the name under the photo.

_ Lance. _

_ Age: 23 _

_ Looking for: Sugar Baby _

Keith fought the need to sit down on the ground right there and then, mouth open until he remembered to close it, some of the kids closer to him eyeing him curiously. He pulled a hand over his face as he leant back against the wall, locking his phone and putting it back in his pocket. This was knowledge he would have to deal with later, seeing no quick escapes from the situation he was in as he met Matt’s gaze from across the room. The brunet was quick to make his way over, and they spent the rest of the time talking as Keith suppressed all the questions related to why the hell Lance was registered on a sugar daddy dating app,  _ as a sugar daddy _ .

When he came home, Keith spent more time looking at Lance’s profile than strictly necessary.

_ Lance. _

_ Age: 23 _

_ Looking for: Sugar Baby _

_ About: _

_ Teen millionaire and entrepreneur. Currently attending college. Wanna see how deep my pockets are? ;) _

Keith cringed every time he read the last line. The profile was short, and with a quick look at some other profiles he quickly understood that this was the norm on the app. Even so, this didn’t answer all of Keith’s questions.

He had known Lance for a few years now, since Pidge had introduced them. They ended up having a lot of the same friends, and spent a lot of time around each other as a result. Even so, they hadn’t gotten too close, only really being with each other in social situations.  They were obviously not around each other enough for Keith to find out that Lance, apparently, was super rich.

Questions piled up until the next day, when Keith was sat at the familiar table in Pidge’s room. Pidge sat on her usual spot, with Hunk next to her as they discussed a topic that would apparently come on the next test in a subject they shared. Keith would have been fine with it, long since learned to tune out other’s voices as if they were background noise when he tried to focus. He would have been fine, had it not been for stupid Lance and that stupid profile.

Keith pulled out his phone to check said profile once more, maybe he’d notice something new. He felt kind of annoyed Lance had decided against joining them, unable to ask him directly. As he tapped in on the app, he noticed three people had messaged him on the text-feature in the app. All three were from old men in their fifties saying crude things.

Keith grumbled as he ignored them, quickly finding Lance’s profile and staring intensely at his screen.

“Uh, Keith?”

Hunk’s voice made Keith’s head snap out, realizing the two across the table were staring at him with somewhat worried expressions.

“Are you ok? You were, like, growling at your phone.”

“Yeah, your phone, which you barely ever look at.” Pidge pointed out.

Keith made a face, debating with himself for half a second before speaking up.

“Did you guys know Lance is super rich?”

“Yeah?” Pidge said, as if this information was nothing new.

“Dude, he bought me a car for my birthday,” said Hunk. “Do you not remember that?”

“I thought he just picked it up for you?”

Hunk let his head fall to his hands, trying to hide a groan while Pidge just stared at Keith with her eyebrows raised, seeming rather unimpressed.

“Wow Keith.”

Keith sighed as he pushed some hair away from his face, obviously frustrated. Okay, so both Hunk and Pidge knew Lance was rich. Maybe they’d know the answers to some of his questions. He took a moment to think, trying to figure out what to say next when a sudden realization hit him.

“But wait, he actually got you a new car? He didn’t give me anything!”

“That’s not true, he gave you that gift card to the hair salon so you could get your hair cut,” Pidge said, pushing her glasses further up the brim of her nose.

“I meant like a good gift! Like a… sword or a knife or something.” Keith crossed his arms over his chest and huffed defensively. He’d really like a sword. It was one of those things he didn’t need, but would really like to own. Not that he had the money for one of the cooler ones, though.

Hunk, who after groaning and hiding his face in his hands, had diverted his attention to his phone as he’d gotten a text. As Pidge rolled her eyes and looked back down at her books, Hunk looked up at Keith from his screen.

“I dunno man, but if you’re really curious, you can go ask him.”

“What do you mean?”

“He just asked me to come pick him up. His sister finished her business early, so he’s off niece-watch for tonight. I’ll lend you my car,” he said, switching from looking up at Keith and down at his phone as he texted Lance.

“I’ll just use my bike.”

“I’d rather you took my car, apparently he’s bringing some homemade food.”

Keith paused, looking at Hunk with hesitation. Then Pidge spoke up, not looking away from her work.

“Yeah Keith, Lance isn’t used to motorcycles, it could be dangerous. I’m sure you don’t wanna end up in an accident considering your… money troubles.”

Keith shot Pidge a glare which she returned with a sly grin.

“Fine,” he said, Hunk quickly throwing Keith his keys as the shorter man stood, grabbed his phone, and made his way out of the house. Hunk shouted the address out the door after him, Keith waving the keys a bit as a goodbye.

The drive to Lance’s place was relatively peaceful. The drive back was a bit worse.

Lance had seated himself on the passenger side, placing a moderately sized tin box in his lap as he put on his seatbelt. The brunet babbled from the moment he had opened the car door, Keith was barely able to catch any of it as one word flew into the other. Something about his niece spilling milk everywhere, his sister coming back while the kid was bathing which had caused even more of a mess. Keith, however, was trying to hold down the many questions bubbling up his throat, Lance’s goddamned sugar daddy profile fresh in his mind. He was still trying to process Lance’s wall of words when the Cuban man turned and looked expectantly at him.  

Keith was quick to turn his head to stare right in front of him as he heard Lance’s voice fill the car again.

“Well? Are we gonna go?”

“So, you’re a sugar daddy?”

Keith turned to look at Lance just in time to see his reaction. The back of his head hit the window as he leaned away in shock, his jaw dropping and eyes growing wider. The tin box in his lap almost fell, had it not been for Lance’s quick reflexes, catching the box and pressing it against himself as he stared at Keith with horror.

“How do you know that?!” He screeched, Keith blinking twice before moving to pull his phone out of his pocket, quickly finding his way to the app and Lance’s profile. Then he turned the screen for Lance to see. Lance’s eyebrows shot up in the air, before he slowly exhaled and let his shoulders sink as he sat back properly in his seat. He stared at the road in front of them as Keith spoke next.

“So you’re like... really rich?” Keith waited as Lance seemed to process, putting his phone back in his pocket.

“Yeah.” Lance answered, continuing to stare right in front of him.

“And you… you like being called daddy?”

Lance’s head whipped around so quickly, Keith was afraid he’d break something. He felt a certain anxiety as he watched the Cuban inhale deeply through his nose only to exhale with his mouth.

“Don’t judge a man by his kinks, Keith, it’s rude.”

Keith opened his mouth to answer, but was stumped. Of all the answers he had expected, that was certainly not one.

“I- I’m not judging you!”

“No, of course you’re not, as I’m not judging you for your kink.”

“How do you even know I have a kink?”

“ _ Everyone  _ has a kink, Keith.”

Keith only crossed his arms over his chest at that, rolling his eyes. He decided to change the subject back to the matter at hand.

“Why are you on a sugar daddy site?”

Lance quirked a brow, a sly smirk growing on his face as he answered.

“Well I could ask you the same question. Why were you browsing a sugar daddy site?”

“Pidge signed me up, and I’m actually a poor college student, unlike someone else.”

“Mama said that being rich wasn’t an excuse to drop my education.” Lance shrugged. “’Sides, it’ll probably help me in the business world onwards.”

“Actually I’ve been meaning to ask, how did you earn your money?”

“Long story, like super long. Basically, I started selling my grandmother’s jam at the market in my home town and… It grew. A lot. Very fast. With my brother’s help, I invested in some stocks here and there, and well…” Lance shrugged once more, Keith staring at him with an incredulous look.

“You got rich off  _ jam _ ?”

 

“It wasn’t the only thing I sold! But it was the jam that got me a contract with this one supermarket chain…”

“Jesus Christ, you became a millionaire by selling jam, and I get a goddamn hair salon gift card.”

“Hey, I thought long and hard about that gift!”

“You bought Hunk a  _ car _ !”

Lance threw his arms up in the air and made an annoyed noise.

“He needed a—You know what? Okay.  _ Fine _ . I’ll buy you something else. What do you want?”

The conversation had just taken a turn Keith had not expected or prepared for. Lance’s eyes burned with annoyance as he met Keith’s surprised gaze. Keith stammered a bit as he wrecked his brain for something. He hadn’t expected Lance to actually be willing to buy him anything, and saying he wanted a sword felt a bit stupid. Then he felt a familiar buzz in his pocket and he realized exactly what he’d ask of Lance.

“A new phone.”

“What?” Lance looked a bit taken aback at Keith’s request.

“You heard me. Mine is old and dying, buy me a new one.” Keith said, with the same kind of ferocity in his eyes as Lance had just moments earlier. It seemed as if Lance hadn’t actually expected Keith to ask for anything, the fire quickly returning to his eyes now that Keith had.

“You’re on. Drive us to the nearest store, I’ll text Hunk and tell him we’re gonna be late.”

Keith only nodded as he put the car in drive as Lance pulled his phone out. Some part of him couldn’t believe this was actually happening, while another part was dead set on buying the most expensive phone he could find.

The drive to the store was short, Lance texting on his phone for most of the time while Keith kept his hands on the wheel and eyes on the road. They found a parking spot relatively fast, and within moments they were in the shop.

As Keith stepped in, he almost felt a bit rude for not taking his shoes off. The place felt oddly clean for a shop, with bright lights, white walls, and sparse furniture giving the place a spacious look. The walls were decorated with phones hanging in rows and rows, showing off the newest and best versions from different companies. There weren’t too many customers in, one of the employees greeting them from behind the desk as they entered, Lance greeted her back with a wave.

Keith felt out of place as he followed Lance to one of the walls with the phone exhibition. The other man didn’t seem too bothered as he started looking over the phones, Keith following suit. The thought of finding the most expensive phone he could was gone from his head, now a bit bothered by the fact that Lance was buying it for him. As he looked over the phones, he saw one among the somewhat older editions lower on the wall that resembled his own current phone, if a bit bigger. He motioned to get Lance’s attention, and then pointed at the one he had found.

“This one?”

Lance eyed the phone pointed out to him, and then switched his gaze to look at Keith, with a somewhat surprised expression.

“Jeez, Keith. I thought you’d try to drain some money from me here, not pick out the cheapest and ugliest phone you could find.” He said before turning to get the attention of the employee at the desk. Keith didn’t have time to get offended or defend himself before the employee stood next to them as Lance pointed at one of the phones higher up on the wall.

The raven-haired man could only sulk as Lance spoke with the employee, who nodded and then disappeared into a room behind the disk. While the employee was out of sight, Lance picked up some earbuds and threw them to Keith, who thanked his quick reflexes as he caught them.

“Here. Doubt your new phone will fit with your old ones.”

“Black?” Keith asked, looking up from the small package.

“Yeah, fits your style.”

Keith couldn’t really argue against that.

“Right, you’ll need a phone case too.” Lance said as he made his way to one of the smaller sections on the wall, showing off multiple cases. Keith could do nothing but follow him as Lance overlooked the cases, plucking one off the wall before turning to Keith, showing it off.

“This ok?” He said as he showed the case to Keith. It seemed to be a normal black one, the kind that closed over the screen. It seemed kind of thick, for protection, Keith reasoned. He nodded.

Lance nodded back, and then walked to the disk, where the employee he spoke to earlier stood waiting with a small box in her hands. Lance took the earbuds from Keith, and put them on the disk together with the case he had picked out.

Keith stood quietly next to Lance while he chatted to the employee as she rang up their stuff. While Keith stood there, rubbing his arm and staring awkwardly at the disk, Lance effortlessly held a conversation with the girl on the other side. As she put their stuff in a small bag and handed it to Lance, she said something which Keith did not expect.

“I think it’s cute that you’re buying a phone for your boyfriend.” The shock that washed over Keith quickly got shaken away with a need to explain that they were not boyfriends. Keith, with  _ Lance _ ? No way. Just as Keith looked up at her and opened his mouth to speak, a hand grabbed at his arm, and he turned to see Lance smile and nod. With a “Mhm, yup, bye” from the brunet, Keith was dragged out of the store, down the street, and into the car with without being able to utter a single word.

“What are you doing? Why didn’t you let me explain—“ Keith started, already sitting in front of the wheel as Lance closed the door to the passenger side.

“Keith, how would you explain me buying you a phone,  _ aside _ from us being boyfriends?” Lance asked, turning his head to look at him, clearly somewhat annoyed. His question made Keith pause, searching his mind for an answer. When he couldn’t find anything to say, Lance sighed and leaned back in his seat.

“Exactly. Be glad she assumed  _ that _ , and not that it was some weird sex thing.”

“But it kinda was a weird sex thing, wasn’t it?”

Lance’s expression changed, seeming a bit suspicious as he looked Keith over.

“I mean… Well…”

“Like, you definitely found some excuses to buy me extra stuff back there. Not that I mind, but you know…”

“Well, uhm, actually—Wait. You don’t mind?”

A loud ‘Shit’ rung through Keith’s head as he looked away, crossing his arms over his chest. His body language didn’t stop Lance from inquiring further.

“So, what? You wanna be, like, my… sugar baby, or whatever?”

“No way! It was just nice not having to use my own non-existent money for once,” Keith exclaimed, turning even further away, now staring out the window.

As he settled his sight at the store-window across the street, he saw something unexpected. He blinked twice as he slowly straightened, staring out the car window. It was a sword, laying nicely at display in one of the windows. It had a black handle and sheath, with a red zigzag line following the sheath from start to end. Keith was immediately in love.

He quickly turned to look at Lance, who seemed to look past him and out the window. As he realized Lance had understood what Keith had stared at, Lance shifted his gaze to eye Keith. Keith seemed to weigh his options for a moment, Lance waiting in anticipation.

“So?”

“No, still not happening.”

“Even if I buy you that sword you’re drooling over?”

Keith didn’t have the time to answer before Lance was out the car, slamming the car door shut after him before skipping across the street. Keith could only watch as the brunet disappeared into the shop. Moments later he could see the sword being removed from the shop window, and within minutes Lance was out with said sword in his hands and a shit-eating grin on his face.

He was back in the car and handing the sword to Keith before the shorter man could even process just what Lance had done. Keith took the sword from Lance without a word, looking at it as he placed it in his lap.

The sheath had a shiny finish to it, and as Keith ran his fingers over it he could feel a slight dip as he brushed over the red line decorating it. The handle was wrapped tightly in a black ribbon, the sword clearly only being meant as decoration. He tugged slightly at it to reveal the blade itself, shining cleanly in the sunlight that was hitting it through the windshield. Keith could see his own reflection in it.

“Do you like it?”

Keith was pulled back to reality as Lance spoke, turning his head to see Lance inches away from his face, eyeing the sword curiously. Keith could feel his resolve weaken as Lance changed his gaze to look at him. He sighed.

“Fine. If it means gifts like this, I’ll… be your sugar baby.”

Lance only grinned, Keith feeling even more awkward than he thought possible. As Keith looked at him, he thought of the implications of this change in their relationship would have. He thought of what he’d heard people in these sort of arrangements did, how the public viewed these relationships. He studied Lance’s grinning face, eyes closed and smile taking up half of his face.

He went for it. Placing a hand under Lance’s chin, he brought him closer. He could sense Lance startle, but not jerk away, his eyes opening and smile fading quickly as Keith brought him closer. Keith turned his head slightly just before their noses hit, his half-lidded eyes closing as he met Lance’s lips with his for a soft, chaste kiss.

It was over the second it began, Keith pulling back just enough to meet Lance’s gaze, with Lance following him hungrily. Keith stopped him with a smirk and a hand to his chest, taking in Lance’s flushed expression as the other opened his eyes to watch Keith. Keith could feel his own cheeks heat up as his gaze trailed from Lance’s eyes, down his freckled nose, stopping at his lips. They had been softer than Keith expected.

“Thanks…” Keith’s face twisted a bit as he tried to continue without sounding too weird about it.. “… D-Daddy?”

Lance reeled back, mouth open in shock as he stared at Keith.

“Okay, no. Dude, that felt so awkward and forced I’m about to cringe myself out of existence.”

Keith’s expression changed from a slight shock from Lance’s reaction, to annoyance. He crossed his arms over his chest and frowned.

“Well isn’t that part of it though? The kissing and… other stuff.” Keith waved his hand in the air, looking away, a bit bothered.

“What? No! Keith,” Lance leant over and grabbed Keith’s arm to get his attention. He was successful as Keith turned to look at him. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. Just let me spoil you a little every once in awhile. Honestly…” Lance trailed off, biting his lips. The same lips Keith had kissed just moments earlier, the same lips that were so surprisingly soft. Keith stared at the way they slid from under Lance’s teeth before he opened his mouth to speak again.

“Seeing the expression you made when I gave you that,” Lance nodded in direction to the sword in Keith’s lap. “Was more than enough.”

Keith could feel his cheeks heat up again as he watched Lance lean back his seat again, scratching the back of his head with an awkward smile.

“Of course, the kiss wasn’t bad either,” he said, before catching himself and turning to Keith with a somewhat apologetic expression. “Haha, no-not that you have to kiss me for the stuff I give you either, man! I told you, the boundaries are totally up to you!”

Keith only smirked as he quickly reached forward, grabbed Lance by his collar, and pulled him in for another kiss. This one was longer, Keith felt Lance’s hand cup his face and tilted his chin up a bit, smiling ever so slightly.

Keith was the first one to pull back, and he could hear Lance’s breath hitch as he opened his eyes. Lance looked a bit winded, breathing in slowly before turning to meet Keith’s gaze with a smile.

“I think I can deal with the kissing,” Keith said, smirking.

“Y-yeah… I’m glad.” Lance said. They smiled for half a second before Lance felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He pulled it up and his eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Oh shit, Hunk messaged me, they’re wondering where we are.”

“Tell them we’ll be there soon.”

“How are we gonna explain this to them?”

Keith just shrugged as he turned the ignition, Lance turning to the back seat to find the tiny box of food he had left there when they went to buy the phone. They’d think of something.

They didn’t need to, Pidge figured something was up within five minutes after the two boys entered her room, pulling Keith to the side to ask him about his and Lance’s stolen glances and awkward smiles. Keith told her they kissed, deciding against telling her the full story.

Pidge figured out the rest of the story herself, as Lance and Keith started spending a lot of time together the following months, Lance being more than willing to buy anything from lunches to clothes for Keith. Keith didn’t mind, he found he enjoyed being spoiled.

He managed to make Lance buy him three more swords. 

**Author's Note:**

> There yall go!!! 
> 
> A sfw sugar daddy fic.. who would've thought? not me, but i fuckin made it yall
> 
> my tumblr: sushisocks.tumblr.com


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